We call on you, O Unmatched One! Seeking help, we offer nothing firm,
Call on you, wonderful in battle,
For aid in sacrifice. This young warrior, bold and mighty, has gone forth.
Therefore, we, your friends, Indra, free-giver, choose you as our Guardian God.
Come here, for the drops are here, O Lord of fields. Lord of horses, Lord of cows:
Drink the Soma, Soma’s Lord!
For we, the kinless singers, have drawn you here, Indra, who has many kin.
With all the forms you have, full of bull-like strength, come near to drink the Soma juice.
Sitting like birds beside your altar, mixed with milk that cheers and exalts you,
Indra, we sing aloud.
We speak to you with this reverential prayer. Why do you hesitate still?
Here are our wishes; you are generous, Lord of the Bays. We and our hymns are here.
Not just recently, Indra Thunder-armed, have we sought your aid.
From olden days, we knew your plentiful wealth.
Hero, we knew your friendship and rich rewards: these, Thunderer, we ask of you.
O Vasu, for all wealth that comes from cows, sharpen our powers, fair-faced God.
For him who, long ago, brought us blessings, we praise you, O friends, for help.
Even Indra, O my friends, for victory.
Borne by Bay Steeds, the Lord of heroes, ruling men, for it is he who takes.
May Maghavan grant us herds of cattle and horses.
Hero, may we, with you as friend, withstand the man who rages against us in fury,
In battles with men rich in cows.
May we be victors in the singer’s song, and meet the wicked, Much Invoked!
With heroes strike the foe and show our strength. Indra, further your thoughts.
O Indra, from all ancient times, unmatched and uncompanioned, you are:
Thou seekest comradeship in war.
Thou findest not the wealthy man to be thy friend: those scorn thee who are drunk with wine.
When thou thunderest and gatherest, then, as a Father, thou art invoked.
O Indra, let us not, like fools who squander their lives at home, sit idle by the offered drink.
Giver of cows, may we not miss thy gracious gifts: let us